As soon as we entered, one of the men led us up a staircase without any railings. Looking up, I saw a middle-aged man with a fierce face, sitting with his leg crossed on a chair, and next to him, Ramona, still

unconscious and tied up!

"Ramona!" I hurried towards her.

Her frail body couldn't withstand such rough handling!

But before I could get close, a gun was pressed against my temple as a warning.

"Jack!"

The middle-aged man, who previously seemed uninterested, now looked somewhat apprehensive. He slowly uncrossed his legs and smiled, "What are you doing? Ms. Webster is just worried about her grandma. No need to draw guns."

"Understood."

The gun was withdrawn from my head.

a chill run down my spine. Despite his smile, his gaze was venomous,

a cigar. "Ms. Webster,

you

unnecessary talk and got straight to the point, "How can we

seemed genuinely entertained. "How about... we exchange her for

Click-

of a gun being cocked. Mark aimed his handgun squarely at Kane, his expression determined and stern, "Then

ash off his cigar, and looked at me. "Ms. Webster,

pressed down Mark's gun-bearing hand, asking,

"The will of Ramona."

your relation with Dorothy

wouldn't need to inquire about the will to get their hands

bat, if it wasn't for those

he walked towards me, his warning cold and menacing, "Ms. Webster, don't ask questions

mine, and

"I don't know the contents of

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